It never fails – every morning I wake up with a song in my head. Sometimes there’s an obvious reason for this, like if it’s something I was listening to the night before. But usually I couldn’t begin to tell you why this particular old tune is in my ear.
And sometimes it’s genuinely mystifying; it’s a song (obviously) that I’ve heard, but it isn’t anything that should have occurred to me naturally. It has nothing to do with me.
This morning’s earworm was a masterpiece of mystification…
I was alive when this song was ubiquitous on the radio, but almost certainly too young to know about it or care. I heard it from time to time growing up, and neither liked nor disliked it particularly. It was done in a style that died with Buddy Holly and I was never much of a music consumer anyway. It’s simply as irrelevant to me as big band music.
So what the hell was I dreaming about last night?